Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.